Touch
I have a serious thing for men's hands. Nicely shaped fingers, big palms, skin a bit roughened with use, there's just something about strong, masculine hands that catches my eye and makes me drool inside. And some men know just how to touch a woman in non-sexual ways that makes her want to explore exactly those things. I don't know if they learn it somewhere or just inherent, but knowing one is a gift. Knowing one with beautiful hands is a treasure.
A man's hand in the small of my back? Melts me. Lightly guiding me through a crowd or doorway, helping me avoid an obstacle I don't quite see, a reassuring touch when I feel uncertain about what's going on around me. The tactile equivalent of Lloyd Dobler pointing out the glass. A small caress of the thumb and I might feel it up my spine. Tingly all the way.
Such a small gesture. Such a lasting impression. A woman doesn't forget a man who knows how to touch. And she doesn't overlook the small, first hints that he knows how.
A man's hand in the small of my back? Melts me. Lightly guiding me through a crowd or doorway, helping me avoid an obstacle I don't quite see, a reassuring touch when I feel uncertain about what's going on around me. The tactile equivalent of Lloyd Dobler pointing out the glass. A small caress of the thumb and I might feel it up my spine. Tingly all the way.
Such a small gesture. Such a lasting impression. A woman doesn't forget a man who knows how to touch. And she doesn't overlook the small, first hints that he knows how.
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PS I'm a bit opinionated, I know.
Sarah: I hope we are still in love even though we are obviously bad communicators. Miss that place like crazy...sooo homesick. Please go eat some sopapillas at Alamo Cafe for me. And FYI we are doing that next time I am down there!
*sighs contentedly*